Many thanks to the player of Corlanthis for assistance with this portion of the storyline!
July 31st
If one was hoping to catch Cor in the middle of the night, the absolute best way would be to put yourself in his company earlier in the day. If that wasn't an option, however, one was limited to finding oneself in danger (Driving at breakneck speeds through the Marketplace. Check!) or doing something that stood out in the normally less fast-paced hours of the deep night. (Driving a motorcycle through the marketplace at breakneck speed. Check again!)
Cor caught wind of the motorcycle's passage as he hid in the protective lee of a sloping roof, and with his interest perked, he decided to follow along via rooftop. Nothing but silence to make the passage of his nondescript black cloak save for the faint shimmer of crimson fireflies trailing in the air as he lept from one roof to the next, silent as a cat. Stealth was his ally in these late night escapades. He didn't recognize the vehicle. Nor the rider, dressed as concealing as they were. But as their path continued into more familiar territory, his curiosity only grew - especially as they neared his home.
The Ducati was ridden right up to the front porch, kickstand was dropped as the bike was parked a few feet from the front door. One long leather clad leg was lifted over the bike and dropped as she removed her helmet, giving a slow shake of her head to unfurl that mass of hip length waves from their confinement.
Gloved hand opened the unlocked front door of Cor's house and she stepped right on through as if she owned the place. Cor would realize immediately who was walking into his house; not only for her appearance, if he could see her, but because no one was able to just walk through his wards without the pendant.
Rayvinn was aware of Cor's late night absences from when she lived here, under his protection, so she fully expected to leave the backpack and a note and be on her way. She figured Mercedes would be in her old room but she was human and Raye doubted very much that she would hear her downstairs.
The backpack was tossed upon the kitchen counter as she fished around one of the kitchen drawers to find a scrap of paper and a pen. She refused to allow herself to look around and fall victim to that rush of emotion again. It was better this way. She couldn't trust herself to say good-bye to Cor, he was probably the best friend she had and she would miss him, regardless of how the two of them carried on.
She began writing her note to him then scribbled it out and began again. After several attempts she finally stopped trying to write, closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander as if doing this might help her figure out what to say.
Cor had watched the bike near his home, watched still as the figure had gotten off. And continued watching - and admiring as the newly revealed "she" shook her hair out. He might have even grinned a little. But as the figure neared his door, he tensed. Mercedes was still inside after all - or at least he thought she was. But then the figure slipped right inside with nary a bump at the wards and Cor began to get a growing suspicion as to the identity of his late night visitor.
Once she was inside, he vaulted off the roof with enough force to send some shingles crashing to the grass below, arcing silently through the air to end with a light thump next to her motorcycle. Did she hear it inside? It was possible. He was trying to keep quiet, but it was impossible to muffle all the noise of such a descent. He moved up to the door frame now and paused in the doorway.
Raye was now fully revealed to him and he stood watching her shuffle around his kitchen, he didn't make any noise - the silence seemed important and simply continued to watch with his arms folded beneath his cloak until she turned back to the door and noticed him.
Raye could hear the faint noise outside, not only because of her sensitive elven hearing but also because of her heightened sense of danger. However, she didn't worry over it as she had learned long ago, when she lived here for protection from Gage; nothing was coming through those wards.
After she had allowed her thoughts to wander for a few moments, she opened her eyes and just as she was about to begin on the letter again, she looked up and into the emerald gaze of he whom she didn't want to encounter. Her posture straightened and she continued to look at him, not saying anything for several moments as she swallowed a few times, clenched and unclenched her jaw and finally opened her mouth to speak.
Her words were delivered with a softness of voice that could be called delicate, though that might be a surprise coming from her. Though, he might remember other times, what felt like a lifetime prior when she was of a similar disposition. (s) "I was just leaving you a letter."
He had watched her write it of course, and as she spoke, he nodded slowly, eyes flickering towards the mentioned missive before moving back to Raye's face and lingering there.
He kept his tone quiet. Soft. as well. Whether in reply to her own voice, or some other urge could not be said. "I saw. It's an important letter? You could not trust it to a courier?" But then the more usual flavor of Cor's humor rose to the surface and he flashed her a quick upturn of his lips. "I don't usually receive the post at this hour . . .you might come back by mid-morning?"
He pushed off from the door frame, taking slow, purposeful steps further into his house until he was a few steps from the kitchen counter at which she'd been writing. His brows had furrowed in concern and he gestured back at the motorcycle with his chin before looking back at her. "What's this all about?"
July 31st
If one was hoping to catch Cor in the middle of the night, the absolute best way would be to put yourself in his company earlier in the day. If that wasn't an option, however, one was limited to finding oneself in danger (Driving at breakneck speeds through the Marketplace. Check!) or doing something that stood out in the normally less fast-paced hours of the deep night. (Driving a motorcycle through the marketplace at breakneck speed. Check again!)
Cor caught wind of the motorcycle's passage as he hid in the protective lee of a sloping roof, and with his interest perked, he decided to follow along via rooftop. Nothing but silence to make the passage of his nondescript black cloak save for the faint shimmer of crimson fireflies trailing in the air as he lept from one roof to the next, silent as a cat. Stealth was his ally in these late night escapades. He didn't recognize the vehicle. Nor the rider, dressed as concealing as they were. But as their path continued into more familiar territory, his curiosity only grew - especially as they neared his home.
The Ducati was ridden right up to the front porch, kickstand was dropped as the bike was parked a few feet from the front door. One long leather clad leg was lifted over the bike and dropped as she removed her helmet, giving a slow shake of her head to unfurl that mass of hip length waves from their confinement.
Gloved hand opened the unlocked front door of Cor's house and she stepped right on through as if she owned the place. Cor would realize immediately who was walking into his house; not only for her appearance, if he could see her, but because no one was able to just walk through his wards without the pendant.
Rayvinn was aware of Cor's late night absences from when she lived here, under his protection, so she fully expected to leave the backpack and a note and be on her way. She figured Mercedes would be in her old room but she was human and Raye doubted very much that she would hear her downstairs.
The backpack was tossed upon the kitchen counter as she fished around one of the kitchen drawers to find a scrap of paper and a pen. She refused to allow herself to look around and fall victim to that rush of emotion again. It was better this way. She couldn't trust herself to say good-bye to Cor, he was probably the best friend she had and she would miss him, regardless of how the two of them carried on.
She began writing her note to him then scribbled it out and began again. After several attempts she finally stopped trying to write, closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander as if doing this might help her figure out what to say.
Cor had watched the bike near his home, watched still as the figure had gotten off. And continued watching - and admiring as the newly revealed "she" shook her hair out. He might have even grinned a little. But as the figure neared his door, he tensed. Mercedes was still inside after all - or at least he thought she was. But then the figure slipped right inside with nary a bump at the wards and Cor began to get a growing suspicion as to the identity of his late night visitor.
Once she was inside, he vaulted off the roof with enough force to send some shingles crashing to the grass below, arcing silently through the air to end with a light thump next to her motorcycle. Did she hear it inside? It was possible. He was trying to keep quiet, but it was impossible to muffle all the noise of such a descent. He moved up to the door frame now and paused in the doorway.
Raye was now fully revealed to him and he stood watching her shuffle around his kitchen, he didn't make any noise - the silence seemed important and simply continued to watch with his arms folded beneath his cloak until she turned back to the door and noticed him.
Raye could hear the faint noise outside, not only because of her sensitive elven hearing but also because of her heightened sense of danger. However, she didn't worry over it as she had learned long ago, when she lived here for protection from Gage; nothing was coming through those wards.
After she had allowed her thoughts to wander for a few moments, she opened her eyes and just as she was about to begin on the letter again, she looked up and into the emerald gaze of he whom she didn't want to encounter. Her posture straightened and she continued to look at him, not saying anything for several moments as she swallowed a few times, clenched and unclenched her jaw and finally opened her mouth to speak.
Her words were delivered with a softness of voice that could be called delicate, though that might be a surprise coming from her. Though, he might remember other times, what felt like a lifetime prior when she was of a similar disposition. (s) "I was just leaving you a letter."
He had watched her write it of course, and as she spoke, he nodded slowly, eyes flickering towards the mentioned missive before moving back to Raye's face and lingering there.
He kept his tone quiet. Soft. as well. Whether in reply to her own voice, or some other urge could not be said. "I saw. It's an important letter? You could not trust it to a courier?" But then the more usual flavor of Cor's humor rose to the surface and he flashed her a quick upturn of his lips. "I don't usually receive the post at this hour . . .you might come back by mid-morning?"
He pushed off from the door frame, taking slow, purposeful steps further into his house until he was a few steps from the kitchen counter at which she'd been writing. His brows had furrowed in concern and he gestured back at the motorcycle with his chin before looking back at her. "What's this all about?"